Damian found Isabelle at her family's townhouse, and didn't wait to be announced before walking straight past the housekeeper and into the sitting room where she was curled with a glass of wine like she'd been expecting him for days.
"Damian." She didn't look surprised. If anything, she looked pleased, setting the glass down with the unhurried confidence of a woman who believed she still had the upper hand in whatever was about to happen. "I heard about the accident. I'm devastated, of course."
"You cornered her outside a boutique and threatened her, and twenty minutes later her car went off a bridge." His voice was flat, controlled in the way Elena had learned meant he was holding something back with everything he had. "I want to know exactly what you did after that conversation ended."
